Maryhill Grounds & Sculpture Garden

After Maryhill Stonehenge Chris drove me down the road apiece to the Museum.

(The museum I didn’t have time to actually go into.) However, the day was specularly beautiful and so were the grounds, so I didn’t have any trouble entertaining myself, just me and my trusty Nikon. Where was DH you ask??? Sitting in the truck in the parking lot! ’nuff said.

First, I was pleasantly surprised by the peacocks, wondering around the grounds,

posing amoungst the sculpture garden as part of the art.

I have no idea what these are supposed to be or represent. Love the whimsical quality of them and love how they framed the softly rolling hills behind them.

What takes place behind those barred windows??? Why is this place in the middle of nowhere? Who is the mysterious Mary Hill? Tune in next time for the answer to these questions or perhaps all new questions as we uncover the truth…mahaahaha (twilight zone theme plays in background)!!